Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 340

April was about to quietly climb up. The weather at the end of March was very comfortable. The sun was very good, the breeze was not dry, and there was no rain. Even everyone’s face was smiling.

Today, Natalie Foster and Trevon Wilson spent the day with heavy hearts. It could be said that they had been waiting for the entire day to pass.

Perhaps Natalie was waiting. Trevon wanted to press the pause button and did not want time to continue.

Time had always been merciless. It would not rewind or freeze at a certain moment just because you were unhappy. The time that should have passed would still pass. Only the clock could be taken off the battery and stop ticking.

This was nothing more than self-deception. The time that should slip away would still slip away. By the time you woke up, a day might have passed. Time was so heartless. You should accept it.

Evergreen Gardens.

Because Natalie wasn’t sure what was in the diary, Trevon knew what was in it and suggested staying in Evergreen Gardens for the next few days.

Natalie naturally believed Trevon’s condition after he read the content, so she agreed to come back and deal with the emotions that were about to happen.

In the master bedroom, Trevon and Natalie were all sitting on the bed in the same type of pajamas. Natalie was sitting with her legs curled up and crossed, looking like she was preparing to go to war.

Trevon glanced at her and sat close to her. He heaved a sigh of relief.

With a complicated look in his eyes, he asked, ‘Natalie, have you really thought it through? The content of it might not be something you can accept.

This sentence revealed several pieces of information. The first was that he had read it and even knew the cause and effect. The second was the content was not happy, but sad.

She took a deep breath. She had never lived in a daze. She was determined to take a look and find out the truth. Tve thought it through. Yes

Without saying a word, he pursed his lips and reached out his well-defined hands to open the password lock of the diary in just a few seconds. The lock was easy for him. “Shall I accompany you or should I leave?”

He respected her. If she wanted to be quiet, he would automatically become invisible. If she needed company, he would quietly accompany her.

She was silent for a second, but the diary had not been opened yet. She looked up and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m not fragile. It’s fine. Go to the study. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

“Okay.” Trevon said and got out of bed. He opened the door and left the room.

Inside the room, Natalie carefully opened the first page of the diary. She reached out and touched her grandfather’s handwriting Outside the door. Trevon leaned against the door with his arms crossed. He did not leave.

He didn’t want to leave at all.

Three hours later.

longer hold back her emotions. She hugged the diary to her chest and covered her heart. Her legs were together and curled up, her chin

entire bent index finger joint, and her teeth even bit her index finger. She used

and the complicated emotions in her body were difficult to suppress. Every emotion was coming out. Some were disappointed, some were sad, some were difficult to accept, and there were

her knees and stained the color, a little emotion was released, or perhaps just a little.

the study definitely couldn’t hear her. Little did she know that Trevon had not left for a few hours and was leaning against the door.

had been standing outside the door heard it. He did not open the door. His eyes were slightly red as he stood motionless. His back was leaning against the door as

burden with

Invisible companionship.

from crying, Trevon reached out to grab the door handle and opened the door.

saw that she had already sorted out her emotions and was looking at him

uneasy. A moment later, she asked seriously. “Could you show

thinking about how smart she was, he could no longer hide it. Since he could not hide it, they would bear it together. “Okay,

replied calmly with a nasal voice. Her red and swollen

you’re done, you have to be by my side at all times. You have to tell me where you go.” This

a video?

just a few seconds,

“There’s a video. Let’s watch it

and immediately got off the bed. Trevon hugged her waist and pulled her into his arms. He even patiently wiped the remaining tears from the corners of

head of the table and patted her hair. Then, he went to the safe to get the file folder that he had brought back from Frank Roberts.

finally turning around and putting it on the table. He helped to open

right corner and realized that it was 15 years ago, which was when she was ten years old. It was also

look, her back stiffened, as if she had already guessed what

voice. “If you don’t want to watch, we won’t

silence lasted for several minutes. As for the exact time. Trevon did not press the stopwatch.

want to see it. I don’t want to pretend to be

say a word. He spread out the documents one by one and placed them in front of her in order. She seemed to be looking at other people’s documents and asked questions from time to time. So from the documents, Grandpa already knew that my mother’s death was caused by Elena Foster and Harry Foster fifteen years ago My mother didn’t cheat, and Grandpa found evidence of my

cry like before and vent her dissatisfaction Clearly, she did not have any intention of crying. There

ached so much that it felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed into his chest.

they went to jail, including why they treated her so badly, why they misunderstood her mother’s affair why Elena could enter the house, why her

already knew the truth. This was really a surprise that made her speechless

expressionlessly to watch the video. Trevon inserted the USB drive into the computer and clicked on the mouse to open the folder. “Watch them one by one

surprised that he had watched, and he no longer hid what

“The last one.”

old man with black and white hair appeared on the computer screen. In just a second. Natalie, who had been holding back, burst into tears. She missed her grandfather, but this thought was not so pure now. It was as if something was changing.

the hate him?